Chapter Nine
Ryan
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THE PAIN I WAS EXPERIENCING wasn’t only caused by the swelling. I’d grown to know this pain well over the past six months, but it was so hard to describe to someone who hadn’t been through it themselves. How could I explain that right now it felt as though someone was driving a dagger through the top of a foot that wasn’t even there, and then were twisting the blade?
Regular pain medication didn’t work for phantom limb pain. Some kinds of meds occasionally took the edge off, but there was only one thing I’d discovered that really managed to take my mind away from it.
Sex. Good, hard, fucking. And if it hurt, even better. Sex seemed to draw my brain away from focusing on the agony in my nonexistent leg, and even though we were in a strange house, lying on a strange bed, I knew it was what I needed.
“Room for one more.”
Dillon climbed into the bed on the other side.
Kodee folded his arms across his chest. “Hey, now, that’s not fair.”
Rue lifted her head from my chest and turned slightly to put her arm out to Kodee. “There’s always room for you, Kodee.”
He chuckled and slid onto the bed beside her. He threw his leg over the top of Rue’s and mine, pinning us both to the bed. The movement reminded me of the previous night, where he’d held me down by my throat and taken me, and my body reacted to the memory.
Perhaps sensing that change in me, picking up on my pheromones, Rue lifted herself slightly to look into my face. She touched her fingers to my cheek, my jaw bristly from not shaving that morning, and leaned in and lightly pressed her lips to mine.
Arousal sparked like a flame inside me, burning through my body, my cock hardening. It was as though my body knew what I needed before my brain had a chance to process it. Rue seemed to understand, too, as she kissed me harder, her tongue lapping into my mouth. I did the same, and our tongues slid over each other, twisting around, tasting every inch of each other’s mouths.
Movement came behind Rue. Kodee wanted to get in on the action. I glanced past Rue to see him kissing the back of her neck, his hand tracing the outline of her body.
There was a hand on my dick, but it didn’t belong to Rue. Dillon was propped up on his elbow, his other hand over the front of my pants. Even as Rue kissed me, Dillon squeezed my cock over my clothing, and I let out a gasp.
“We shouldn’t,” I protested, only half-heartedly. “Not in someone else’s house.”
“He won’t be back for hours,” Dillon said. “You need this, Ryan. You know you do.”
He was right.
Dillon’s strokes grew firmer, and I lifted my hips, pressing into his palm. Rue gave a little moan against my lips, and I knew Kodee must have pushed his hand down the back of her panties, fingering her from behind.
The four of us together was so fucking hot, I thought I might lose my mind.
I heard the whine of a zipper, and cool air hit my cock as Dillon reached for me. He undid the button of my pants for easier access then pulled me out. His fist circled my dick, and he pumped me with slow, firm movements. I glanced down to discover he was touching himself as well, two dicks in his hands, mine and his own.
Dillon crawled down the front of my body and stopped above my cock. He looked up at me and held my eye as he covered the head with his mouth and then bobbed down deep.
“Oh, shit.”
I hit the back of his throat, the feeling insane, and then he swallowed me even deeper. He gagged slightly, the back of his throat contracting around my dick. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but seeing tears pricking from the corners of Dillon’s eyes made me want to shoot my load then and there. He moved his mouth back up, circling the head with his tongue, then slid his lips down to my root again. I reached for him and laced my fingers through his soft, dark hair, and my eyes slipped shut as I drowned in the sensation of Dillon’s mouth sliding up and down my dick. Beside me, I could hear Rue and Kodee’s groans of pleasure, and the wet sounds of Kodee’s thick fingers jammed inside Rue’s pussy.